Letras
What's you name? I've lost my train of thought and I'm the same
As every house in your old town and now we're turning green
Call it plain, it's all the same, we're both as fickle now
My broken phone, it's all my own, it's all unknown, it's all I want
Reach out and tell me the latest
Worn out but I'm unchanged
Break down and tell me it's over
Tell me it's over and I'll understand
(I'll try to understand)
What's the beat? Your worn out feet, we're folded out this week
In world war III my info's free, your info's free, we're on repeat so...